She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. “Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, and stared over her shoulder out of the window.
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